When I say, Jesus take the wheel, I mean that literally. I was 25 when I had my first panic attack.  My husband and I were driving home from his parent’s lake house in Canada. We figured we'd drive a few hours and then stop for the night. What we didn't know was that it was a national Canadian holiday and there were no hotel rooms for at least 200 miles.  

We tried to make the best of it but the day had taken its toll on us and we were both exhausted. It was late at night and I was driving when the anxiety and exhaustion caught up to me and I was suddenly in a place of panic that I had never felt before. 

That was over 40 years ago and that memory hung like a dark cloud over me every time I got behind the wheel. I would no sooner get on the ramp of the interstate and I would start to sweat as the negative thoughts raced through my head. It got so bad that eventually I gave in to the fear and decided only to drive on back roads. 

That compromise worked and I got to where I needed to go but it came with a price…shame. When we let the negative thoughts and fears consume us, there is always a price to pay.  I knew in my heart I needed to stand up to this fear but I was too afraid to do it.  

There's a verse in Psalm 34 that talks about shame: 

"I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame."  Psalms 34:4-5  

When we look to God and lay our fears before Him, our countenance will reflect His glory and shame cannot stand in His presence. I found that out today.   

Someone challenged me to confront my fear of driving. They suggested I start slow and only drive one exit.  At first I was horrified but what they said next gave me courage. They said, Jesus is the same God on the back roads as He is on the highway. 

I got in my car and made my way to the interstate ramp. The next thing I knew, I had driven 5 miles and exited on the ramp toward home.  No panic but most of all, the absence of shame. 

Most of us deal with shame on some level. Yours may be similar to mine where a particular fear has kept you a prisoner. I encourage you to go to the Lord, lay it at His feet and seek Him with everything in you. He will give you the wisdom, strength and courage you need and He will break the hold of shame over your life even if it's one exit at a time. 

Lord, we are here to sit in Your presence. May we behold Your glory. As we seek You, deliver us from all our fears. Let us come away saturated with Your joy and Your peace. Guard our hearts and our minds as we move forward believing that we will know Your strength as we take the first step. Shame has no power over us when we look to You. Whether it is the beginning or the end of the day, fill us with a fresh resolve to trust in You. May Your Holy Spirit guide us and direct us in all truth. Amen

 

It's Not The End

By Eileen Glotfelty • May 23, 2026
Are you one of those people who like to read the end of the story before finishing the book? This morning I've been sitting here feeling overwhelmed by life. There are things that are out of my control and a lot of uncertainty. For someone who likes to have a plan, it's my worst nightmare. God's word says that He finishes what He starts and He will complete the good work in me (Philippians 1:6 NIV). I struggle with that when I can't see the finish line. God's word also says He's the Alpha and the Omega which means He is the beginning and the end (Rev 22:13 NIV). To me, that means that He sees it all. He knew where I would be on any given day. He knew my circumstances before I did, but unlike me, He's not worrying and overcome with anxiety because He sees the end. So, once again, I have a choice to make. I can sit here overwhelmed because I can't see the way out, or, I can trust the One who can. Will I choose hope or despair? This leads me to faith which is choosing to believe even though we can't see the outcome. I had to ask myself where I was putting my faith. Hope and faith work together. No amount of striving can earn them. Each one of us has access to them. All we have to do is ask the One who freely gives. Jesus, I know you've written my story and You know how it ends. Everything in this life is temporary. Even though I can't see the end, help me to rest in the fact that You do and I can trust You with my life.

The Lost Sheep

By Eileen Glotfelty • May 11, 2026
A few weeks ago I shared about my estranged child. Mother's Day came and went without a word. I spent the day wondering/hoping I would hear something. I didn't expect a phone call but maybe a text. I told myself not to have any expectations, but I still did. I was almost angry at myself for thinking maybe this year would be different. This morning I sat here talking to the Lord. He wants me to be honest with Him so I didn't try to hide the sorrow and the rejection. I told Him I was hurt and I had to forgive my child once again. He reminded me that I had three other children who hadn't forgotten me and made me feel loved and honored, so why was the rejection of one so painful? It was then I remembered the story of the lost sheep. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, it's about a shepherd who has a flock of a hundred sheep. One of them goes astray and the shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to go find it. It was a gentle reminder that He will never give up on my child and He loves Him more than I could imagine. In the same way, God will never give up on any of us. No matter how much we run or push Him away, He will never leave us. I needed that encouragement, maybe you do too.

The Prodigal

By Eileen Glotfelty • April 19, 2026
For those of you who have a prodigal child, you're not alone. What I mean by prodigal is a child who has turned their back on you and put up walls of defense. It came as a surprise, a shock actually. I should've seen it coming but after years of butting heads, I truly thought we were in a better place. The revelation came in a letter where thoughts and feelings were shared. I felt my spirit being crushed as I read it and my heart broke. I know I wasn't the perfect mother. I had struggles and behaviors that had followed me since childhood. I had resolved never to treat my children the way I was treated, but how many of us know that sadly it still happens, but in a different way. When you have a prodigal, it's not about forgiveness and reconciliation, it's about the pain they feel we've inflicted and they can't let go of it. I keep hoping that some day, things will change but there's no guarantee as it takes two surrendered hearts that are open to be healed. It's been four years now since I received that letter. I have grieved in a way I never have before and there were times I didn't think I would make it through. It's a different kind of grief because you know it can change but it's out of your control. It's been a process and I've experienced rejection, abandonment, guilt and shame but it brought me to a place where I knew it was going to keep me in a prison of pain if I didn't surrender it to God so He could heal my heart. The Bible has a story about a prodigal son. Even though the son went his own way and abandoned his father, his father never gave up hope. When the son had an “aha” moment and realized how foolish he had been, he humbled himself and returned home. This is my favorite of the story: “So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Luke 15:20 NIV” This is how God greets everyone who returns to Him, no matter what they've done. I pray I would react the same way with my son. If you have a prodigal, my heart goes out to you, but just know that God sees you and your child. He is working behind the scenes as He is a God of redemption and reconciliation. He will heal your broken heart and give you the strength to hold on.